Guess what I found out today?
Here’s another “guess what?”.
Guess what’s for dinner?
This is the dough that I mixed this morning. This is the book with the recipe and lots of others to try.
(Many events and hours later…)
Dinner is ready! I love coming home, on a cool and overcast day, to a well seasoned crock pot full of homemade stew and fresh, homemade bread.
Till then, a poem, somewhat about time…
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
-- Jelaluddin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks